Right in the quietest hour of the night...

She wears the jacket he forgot in her room...

Walks to that pond he liked...

...and she dives deep under.

And she stays there searching;

For that tear-drop he leaked and dropped into it

...She needs it...

To erase the ink she tattooed on his heart saying,

"goodbye"
I just hope you have an umbrella...
See

I'm not like real men or strong men.

Coz men don't cry

I do, sorry...

I'm one of those weak men that turn into tears when emotions attack.

So when I propose, can we do it in the rain?

So you won t see my tears through the rain.
One day you will come to me...

Between my blue and black sheets...

I will cut my heart into little pieces...

And all night long...

I will fix the pieces into the holes and cracks in your heart...

...and mend you.
Josh Cooper Dec 2018
First time she did pick all pieces
Second time, she did.
He broke it again,
Third time...
And she picked all pieces leaving one.       One piece right there on the floor;
The one having his face in it...
Left and Swept in time's wind -
Like a meaningless menace-whisper
Josh Cooper Dec 2018
Deletes her number...
Misses her...
Downloads that song...
And the bass-guitar at the beginning invites to memory, the scent of her conditioned hair.
When the lyrics reach the second line and verse?
Her number comes back to mind- jus' like that.  
So he writes it down, saves it back to his phone.
And now...
He remembers she said; "You'll think of me"
-before the door slammed...
Josh Cooper Sep 2018
Here is my hand, shaking
And you're the reason for my sanity lost.
Now I know...
Some poems need not be written
Some poems just need to be Loved...
Touched, and Ringed and Kissed.
              Need to be taken home...                             And carved in the sacredness that kisses life in my body, mind and soul.
And read over and over and over again.
And always...
Josh Cooper Sep 2018
Woman…
Glory be unto your sleepy whispers before your eyelids kiss to sleep; ‘G’nyt Love’

Praise be the weakness in you each night you sink your head into the gap between the pillow and my chest...

Hallowed be the sound of your breathing in silent nights when you lie by me.

Blessed be the dreams you swim, in nights that fight all odds to keep ‘you’ and ‘I’ as ‘us’

Woman…

Forever honor be unto your big eyes in mornings when you wake to say; ‘I bit your lip in my dreams’.

Let all worship be to all the above, and the Holy you, Woman!
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